Sea Shanty Saturday: Molasses!

My grandfather claimed that he remembered seeing the sticky aftermath of the Great Molasses Flood of 1919, when a huge molasses storage tank broke and flooded the north end of Boston with a sticky tide. Twenty-one people were killed and 150 were injured. In retrospect, my grandfather was only 10 years old and didn’t even live in Boston (he was about 15 miles north in Lynn), so this might have been a bit of a big-fish story, but it was enough to give me a lasting fondness for this shanty.

My great grandfather was a cook on a molasses boat, he is my brick wall in my family tree, his name was Henry Price, he was a free inhabitant of
N.C. and he never married my great grandmother, because she was a slave, had he married her he would have become a slave. He could have been from La. Anyone having seen his name or stumble upon him, please get in
touch with me immediately. Many thanks.